A man wearing a surgical mask is walking parallel to a woman wearing a surgical mask. They are on opposite sides of the street, heading in the same direction. The woman, who has taken care in her appearance, is a little bit ahead of the man. He keeps looking over at her. As if he wants to catch her eye. But she does not acknowledge him. She speeds up, perhaps, and he begins to fall further behind, the increasing space between them meaning so many different things all at once.
